If the audience knew what they wanted then they wouldn't be the audience, they would be the artist.

If light is outlawed, then only outlaws will be able to see where they're going.

Our masters have not heard the people's voice for generations and it is much, much louder than they care to remember.

Authority allows two roles: the torturer and the tortured. Twists people into joyless mannequins that fear and hate, while culture plunges into the abyss.

Who makes the world? Perhaps the world is not made. Perhaps nothing is made. Perhaps it simply is, has been, will always be there…a clock without a craftsman.

I don't think there's really any difference between art - or writing, or music - and magic. And I particularly draw the link between magic and writing. I think that they are profoundly connected.

With so much chaos, someone will do something stupid. And when they do, things will turn nasty.